Page 59 of Sour Notes

My performance.

What the actual fuck?

Did Mia’s mom just insult my dick?

As if that piece of purple crap's any match for me. I know one thing for sure—Mia and I have no problems in that department. We might have only fucked twice, but there’s no way she faked the way she fell apart on my cock.

Just wait until I get her alone. I’ll make her come so hard, her screams will be loud enough to wake the dead.

Except you can’t do that. It’s against your rules.

Son of a bitch, this doesn’t bode well for me. We haven’t even left the country, and I’ve already mauled her in front of airport security and fantasized about her coming on my cock multiple times.

I better get this fake dating bullshit straight in my mind fast because the whole day has already gone to hell. The last thing I need is to complicate it further.

“We usually advise that you have them powered down, ma’am. They can mess with the scanners if they accidentally start vibrating.”

“Well, what if she needs to use it on the plane? We find flying very stressful. These things can work wonders.” I don’t miss the subtle smirk on the TSA agent's face, Maria’s earnest expression and matching hand movements clearly entertaining him.

“I see that, ma’am. Flying can be a very stressful experience if someone’s nervous, but unfortunately, we still can’t have sex toys jumping around in people's carry-ons like this. Should we be aware of anything else in this bag?” He glances between Maria and Mia, whose face is still buried in my chest, waiting.

“No, my daughter’s a good girl, and her boyfriend's a policeman. The only thing she’s guilty of is wanting to relax.”

Mia’s hands tighten in my shirt and I can hear her muffled “Make it stop.”

I take a step closer to her mom, my arm still tightly wrapped around Mia.

“Maria, why don’t you and my mom go find our dads. We can finish up here and meet you.”

Thank fuck, she nods with a smile, shooting a glare at the TSA agent.

“You’re a good boy, Wolfie. Don’t let him throw my baby's toy away. I don’t think they sell them here.” With a pat on my cheek, she strolls off arm in arm with my mom.

I suppress the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of this entire situation and turn to the agent.

“Apologies sir. We didn’t think it would switch on so easily. Half the time we’re stuck trying to figure out where the damn button is.” I smile at him ruefully, hoping he’ll let us wrap this up quickly.

“You and me, both, sir.” He chuckles, handing me the vibrating cock. “We’ll let it slide this once, but make sure you drain it before you fly back.”

He turns away, shaking his head at a colleague, leaving me brandishing the fucking dildo like a lightsaber. Mia meanwhile, still has her face buried tightly between my pecs while her plastic dick is vibrating my whole entire arm. Loudly.

“Uhhh… Mia… could you turn this thing off so we can put it away? Pretty sure people are starting to wonder what I’m packing down there.”

Trying to ignore the curious looks we’re getting, I squeeze her hip and give her a light pat on the ass. She finally lifts her flushed face from my chest, staring up at me with her lips parted in the most perfect way.

The urge to kiss her again is real. My dick’s stirring—apparently no longer mortified at the purple imposter in my hand—because she looks so damn fuckable right now.

If she keeps staring up at me, people are gonna know exactly what I’m packing.

Nope. Don’t go there.

Think of work.

Mary attempting to kiss you.

Taxes.

The giant fucking cock replacement still vibrating in your hand.